Slade was on his last contract for the night he could see the man the contract was on Slade had taken his time to get here and make sure he was not spotted by anyone around the area and if they were close to finding him he took care of them Slade aimed at the door where the man he was after would have to come through to escape or leave this area. After awhile Slade saw no movement within the building so he decided to move closer getting closer to the building Slade saw that there was not very many people around here in fact there was no one protecting this area other then the guys at the front gate.

Slade stood on the roof of a near by building in the yard but he later gave up on the waiting game he walked up to the door and found out that it was unlocked opening up the door he found a man bound up sitting on the floor he was beaten up Slade looked around the room there was nothing in the room. Slade turned his attention back to the door because he heard the sound of a truck staring up Slade ran to the door to try and catch them this was all a distraction for the man get away when Slade got outside he saw he was to late to catch them. Slade Cursed under his breath looking atound the area one last time Slade went into the house made sure the man inside was not important in any way finding out that he wasn't Slade shot the man where he was and then he walked back outside and decided to go somewhere else.

Slade walked down the street of Gotham to find somewhere to go Slade had been walking for awhile now he saw the sign of a local bar going inside Slade was surprised to here the loud conversations quite down to a whisper his reputation had grown Slade went and sat down at the bar and took his mask off. Slade waved at the bar to tell him to come over Slade listened to him ask in a shaky voice what he would like to have Slade thought about it for awhile "Whisky" the bartender nodded and brought back his drink Slade waved the man off He then looked around the bar Slade saw a girl he knew well it was the jokers girl also known as Harley Quinn. Slade stood up and walked over to her table. Slade sat down across from her "Mine telling me what's got you down Harley" Slade took and sip of his drink then set it down on the table and waited for an answer.

_________________(Bowen) And now, Draco, without you, what do we do? where do we turn?(Draco) To the stars, Bowen. To the Stars

Why did bad things always happen to good people? Well, okay...maybe they weren't exactly the best Gotham had ever seen, but that didn't matter! Every time, for as long as Harley could remember anyway, she had been the one to take the fall for Mistah J. Had they been on a crime spree in the notoriously dark city and the coppers had caught up with them, Harley would keep the attention of the cops while Joker escaped. Oh, she didn't mind, he always came back for her. True, often it took a little longer than expected, and, though she would never admit it, Harley often started to lose faith in her man when she felt she had been left to rot in some cold cell. He always came through though...sometimes in impractical ways, but it didn't matter. The Joker and Harley Quinn would be reunited again until the next time the cuffs were clapped shut and the sirens wailed.

This time was different. Harley hadn't acted quick enough, or hadn't been good enough to draw the police to herself, away from her man. They had put him away, not for the first time, but for the first time in a long time. Harley had a feeling he would be out soon enough, Mistah J was smart that way, but it did nothing to stop the feelings of guilt and shame dropping like a lead ball into her stomach. She had managed to evade capture, somehow managed to avoid the cops in her crumbling state of mind. As the squad cars vanished around the corner, their sirens echoing off the many tall buildings in this district of the city, Harley found herself at a lose as to what to do. She held her baseball bat across her shoulders, watching where the cars had disappeared.

After what felt like ages, but was likely only a few minutes, Harley forced herself to move. She walked, almost aimlessly, not paying much attention as to where she was going. No one was likely to bother her, her reputation was usually enough to stop guys from trying anything. And besides, no one knew what had happened. No one knew that the Joker was currently behind bars and wouldn't be swinging into to put a bullet between the eyes of anyone who so much as looked at his girl. Harley wasn't sure when the rain had started, no more than a drizzle, but still it caused her makeup to run a bit as it mixed with the tears she had also not been aware of shedding, and for her white shirt to become nearly see-through.

Stepping into the next bar she came across, Harley cast one look around the dimly lit room before finding an empty seat at a table near the wall at the back. No one bothered her as she entered, no one bothered her as she sat down, and no one bothered her as the bar tender brought over some drink she couldn't be bothered to drink. Propping one elbow on the table, Harley rested her chin in her hand, her other hand absently doodling on the table. To focused on her own thoughts, she didn't notice when the bar fell silent, or when Deathstroke walked in. When he sat down across from her it took Harley a few seconds to process what he had said. Sniffling, she lifted her teary blue eyes to look up at the mercenary.

"Mistah J got caught an' it was all my fault." She admitted, to the man. "What am I suppose to do now?" She asked, though not really expecting an answer.

"Maybe Asterous's gender is attack helicopter?" ~ Stormwind"Candy is to kids as Roleplay is to you" ~ Yue"Birbs got so many roleplays because of the insatiable thirst for knowledge of all things!" ~ Ben

Slade looked at Harley and then sighed at her answer "it's not your fault Harley sometimes things just happen and maybe it just dosen't end the way you wanted it to or that it was supposed to". Slade was still upset at his contract that went wrong to today but he just had to get his mind off of it for a while Slade smiled at Harley's question well the answer for that should be easy Harley out of all the times you had been caught were you there long" Slade looked off in the distance at a couple of guys playing darts "No he always came to free you even though it may have seemed like he left you he always came back for you"

Slade turned his attention back to Harley so what is the answer to your own question Harley what is it that you could do now Slade pulled out a small knife and balanced it on his finger he then threw it at the dart board across the room he smiled at the boys shocked expression at the sudden knife sticking out of the board. Slade crossed his arms and waited for Harley to put the pieces together he already knew the answer to the question she had asked him a moment ago it was go and free him like he had done for her many times for her when she was caught.

_________________(Bowen) And now, Draco, without you, what do we do? where do we turn?(Draco) To the stars, Bowen. To the Stars

Sniffling again, Harley wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. How could it not be her fault? It had been her job to get caught, to let Joker get away. It had always been her job!

"Ya really think so?" She asked Slade. She listened to the mercenary speak, seeing the sense in what he was saying. She shook her head to answer his first question. Harley followed Slade's gaze to the dart game going on, turning quickly back to face him when he spoke again. All her attention was on him, hanging onto every word as though her life depended on it. When it came her turn to answer, Harley blinked a few times, looking a little confused at first. Sitting back, she allowed her hands to fall limply into her lap as she thought.

"I could...break him out?" She asked more than stated. "But how am I suppose to do that? I don't got the men or the power he's got." She said, shoulders slumping. It was true. The only real power Harley Quinn had came from being Joker's girl, you just didn't mess with Joker's girl. On her own, what was she? Just another crazy escapee from Arkham.

"Maybe Asterous's gender is attack helicopter?" ~ Stormwind"Candy is to kids as Roleplay is to you" ~ Yue"Birbs got so many roleplays because of the insatiable thirst for knowledge of all things!" ~ Ben

Slade thought about it for awhile was he willing to help Harley break the Joker out even if he did hate the clown as much as every body else here in Gotham. Slade listened to Harley he knew a lot of other assassins like him and he had become friends with most of them and he could always ask Ra's al ghul for some men.

Slade listened to her answer to him well you are right you could break him out but as you said you don't have the men or the fire power but you do have the attention of the greatest mercenary here I'm willing to help you I can get the men you need but it will take a few days to get them and to prepare them for this". Slade looked over the bar "but you do have something that no one else knows you know the layout of Arkham you know the in and outs of this place" Slade picked up his mask and turned it over in his hands looking it over this was the thing that he needed to keep his mind off his failed contract from today and maybe planning a break out of Arkham was just what he needed.

_________________(Bowen) And now, Draco, without you, what do we do? where do we turn?(Draco) To the stars, Bowen. To the Stars

Harley looked expectantly to Slade, hoping he had the answers to all her problems. What she got instead was a confirmation of what she already knew was true. She had no men, no fire power...hanging her head, Harley idly played with the end of one of her ponytails, wrapping the strands around her fingers. As Slade continued, Harley locked her eyes on him once more.

"You are?" She asked excitedly, a grin spreading across her face, lighting up her eyes. Her hands clasped together and held in front of her mouth as she listened as patiently as she could with this turn of events. Fidgeting in her seat, Harley rested her arms on the table, leaning forward closer to Slade. When he mentioned that she had something no one else did, Harley tilted her head to the side, one ponytail flipping up with the quick movement, a confused look on her face.

Arkham! Of course! She knew that place like the back of her hand having been in and out so often, as well as having once upon a time worked there. She wondered if Slade knew that part of her history, or if he was just referencing her frequent visits to the asylum with a police escort.

"Oh Slade-y!" Moving around to the other side of the table, Harley maneuvered herself so she was sitting sideways in Slade's lap, her arms wrapped around his neck as she planted a kiss on his cheek. "You've made me the happiest girl in Gotham!" She laughed.

"Maybe Asterous's gender is attack helicopter?" ~ Stormwind"Candy is to kids as Roleplay is to you" ~ Yue"Birbs got so many roleplays because of the insatiable thirst for knowledge of all things!" ~ Ben

Death stroke cleared his throat and looked around the bar to make sure no one had noticed them “alright Harley don’t thank me just yet” Slade really did not like how Harley had no idea about personal space when it came to other people. Slade was not really up to freeing the Joker but he did not like to see Harley lost and not knowing what to do without the Joker maybe he could use this to his advantage to get help in finding the man that he has a contract on. Even though he is not a man to usually ask for help Slade looked around the room “Alright Harley I’ll go and get the men and we will meet somewhere near Arkham” Slade didn’t really think about it “do you have a place to go for the night if not I guess you can stay with me tonight but only tonight.” Slade did not really like inviting people to his home but it was the least he could do for her he was not sure what he was getting into but it was to help Harley so he didn't really mind. Slade looked around the room he was not sure if anyone here was working for the Joker he didn't really want to get on his bad side if the Joker knew that he was with Harley which was a bad thing to be doing. Slade didn't fear the Joker but that didn't mean that he shouldn't be careful about this he just want to be sure that he wasn't being watched.

_________________(Bowen) And now, Draco, without you, what do we do? where do we turn?(Draco) To the stars, Bowen. To the Stars

“What? Ya scared someone’ll see ya?” She laughed again. Harley had no worries or concern about being seen as most people tended to turn a blind eye towards the Joker’s girl. As long as it didn’t involve them, they liked to keep it that way.

When Slade announced that he would go get his men and meet at Arkham, Harley stood up, still standing in front of him.

“Left side of the North gate.” She stated. “There’s this big ol’ hole in the wall that’s been grown over. And unless they fixed it the camera for that sector should still be down.” She placed a finger to her chin in thought. The last time there had been a jailbreak that camera had been broken and disconnected. If the staff were still anything like they had been, things like that didn’t get fixed too quickly. Her thoughts on her old workplace, Harley was pulled back to the present once more by Slade’s voice and the offer to spend the night at his place. Joker had a few safe houses around the city, but none of them ever felt the same without her Puddin’.

“You would do that for me?” She asked. “Sladey, you’re the best.” Once more Harley wrapped her arms around the man in a hug, continuing to invade his personal space. As she faced behind Slade, Harley’s attention was drawn to a table of guys all sitting around it and looking in their direction. She recognized them, they worked for the Joker after all, that much was evident from the outfits they wore. Wiggling her fingers at them, Harley grinned before standing and moving to stand beside Slade.

"Maybe Asterous's gender is attack helicopter?" ~ Stormwind"Candy is to kids as Roleplay is to you" ~ Yue"Birbs got so many roleplays because of the insatiable thirst for knowledge of all things!" ~ Ben

Deathstroke kind of laughed at Harley’s question if he was scared if someone was going to see him to be honest he wasn’t but joker did not like seeing other men with his girl but he was not scared of him. Slade listened to what Harley said to him making a note about it Deathstroke still did not like it when his personal space was invaded the second time today but he just smiled it wasn’t unusual for him to be called the best but Harley said it in a different way that felt similar to when Slade was married and had his children. Deathstroke was brought back to the real world when he heard Harley speak Slade turned to face the table of men that Harley seems to know which meant that they would have to work for him. Great just what he needed Slade stood up beside Harley and picked up his mask and dusted it off not looking up at the men.

_________________(Bowen) And now, Draco, without you, what do we do? where do we turn?(Draco) To the stars, Bowen. To the Stars

When Slade made no attempt to even notice the guys who were intently watching them, Harley walked over to them, one hand on her hip as she stopped before their table.

“You guys up for some good ol’ fashioned jail breaking?” She asked, resting her elbows on the table and placing her chin in her hands. “I’m sure mista J would really ‘preciate it.” She knew these guys were loyal to the Joker, or at least as loyal as one could be for the man who could have you shot with a single wave of his hand. It also helped that that loyalty sometimes extended to her as well. No one wanted to get on the wrong side of the Joker, and that meant not getting on the wrong side of Harley either.

Earning some nods and mutters of approval, Harley grinned and turned to face Slade.

“Hear that, I got ya some hired help over here.” She said, once more approaching Slade and linking her arm with his. “They aren’t the top of the food chain, but they ain’t the brainless thugs I’ve worked with before. What do ya say, we good to go?” Harley figured he would want to work with his own men, those he trusted and knew could get the job done, and she understood that. But in this line of work, trust was a hard thing to come by.

Leaning against Slade, Harley whispered to the man low enough for only him to hear noise of the place.

“And if they cause ya trouble…” She pulled back a little so Slade could see her hand, her fingers pointed like a gun, come to rest on her temple where she pretended to shoot. “Boom.”

"Maybe Asterous's gender is attack helicopter?" ~ Stormwind"Candy is to kids as Roleplay is to you" ~ Yue"Birbs got so many roleplays because of the insatiable thirst for knowledge of all things!" ~ Ben

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